"She's a drag. A well known drag. We turn the sound down on her and say rude things."

Ello.

How are you?
...Me? I'm better today. I had some sort of bug yesterday, thanks for (not) asking.

Sundays are alright, I suppose. My dad wants us to start going to church on Sundays because he's going through one of his religious kicks... I'm debating on whether or not to finally tell him that I just flat out don't want to go to church. I mean, it should be my decision as to whether I go or not, right? I am old enough to make a few decisions for myself, am I not? My dad's always making decisions like that for me. I'm kind of sick of it. I love my dad, but he can be such a handful.
Maybe I should be more supportive... He's going through a rough time. They never tell me what's going on with them (I'm starting to realize how closed up our family is. Nobody tells anyone anything.) so sometimes I have to eavesdrop. All I know is that my dad is once again scared that he's going to die. We've been through this several times before, so I don't know if it's something truly serious or if he's just overreacting because believe me, he overreacts A LOT. Still, I don't feel like I'm being as sensitive about this as I really should. Maybe he has a reason to be wallowing in self-pitty. But from all that I know, he's whining about every little thing that doesn't go his way and he's being a bit of a hypocrite.
He's being all huffy puffy today and I asked him what's wrong and he said to me like I'm still 6, "What's wrong is Daddy's thinking about stuff,"

I don't know what to think anymore, so enjoy this!
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Headaches are for Lovers.

My school is dramatic.
My school can be fun.
My teachers are awesome.
My peers disgust me.

That was my yearly haiku. I hope you enjoyed it.

Dolla bills won't care about this post, I can feel it in my bonezzzz.
BUT, there's some Llama Drama going around my school. I'm being literal. There's some crazy stuff about people killing a baby alpaca. Can you imagine! I've always said that Madison is filled with the most kind-hearted and sensitive people on this planet. I mean, really. That's just awesome; there is not one thing wrong with taking a baby alpaca and tying it to the back of your truck and then driving your truck. Nor is there something wrong with gouging out its eyes. Those are probably two of the nicest deeds I have ever heard of . Golly. Brings a tear to your eye, doesn't it? So beautiful.
Anyways, there's a whole bunch of people who are pissed off about this (reasonable) including myself. I heard it was 3 high school students. I think I hate everyone more, now.

2/26/10:
Also, happy belated birthday to George Harrison!!! I'm so sorry that I forgot! :( :( :(

I'm Rather Tired.

But I have drawing classes at 5:00. w000000000000000t.

Ahem...
I was browsing the interwebz last night and I remember searching for something in Google, but I just can't remember what. Anywho, I came across this awesome clothing website. And I want to buy stuff off of it even though it's sportswear for men.

NEVERSLEEP

I especially want this and this.
'Tis all. Bye.

Come On, Eileen.

I requested that at the dance last night. Score!
Anyways, I put an outfit together two hours before the dance because I got done watching BECK: Mongolian Chop Squad sooner than expected.
Here it is, blog:
It's not a very good picture because I never take good pictures, but the outfit would have looked better had I found another belt.
Whatevs.

At the end of the dance, I personally requested that the principal (aka DJ Philpot) played an Elton John song. When he played it he said that Laura requested it. I am not Laura. Ouch to my ego ;)

80s Dance

There is an 80s dance at my school tonight.
I am going, but I don't have anything to wear besides leg warmers.
Damn you, facebook. You keep telling me my account is temporarily unavailable.
Anyways, I tried on this old pink lace dress that I used when I was like nine when I was Frankenstein's Bride for Halloween because I wanted to look like Deb from Napoleon Dynamite. It makes me look like a man trying to look like a woman hahaha.
I'm off to google images to look for 80s fashion. Maybe I can convince my mom to take me to the thrift store.
...Google images is dumb.
I'm listening to "Papa's Got a Brand New Pigbag" by Pigbag. I'm trying to find songs that have awesome bass lines to inspire me to become a better bassist. I haven't been taking it seriously since school started, which really is a shame.

I'll leave on this note,
I wish I had a "Frankie Says Relax" tee shirt. Then I would be a hit at the 80s party.

Hi blog. I havent been online since my blog last night. I got home about an hour ago from my last drivers ed class. I passed the test with a 90!! Dave the drivers ed teacher is super cool. I will miss him. I am watching the daily show. Blogging from my phone is fun. Goodnight.

Please HELP Me!

SOOOooo I get home from driver's ed (one more class to go and I'm out of that dreaded building forever) at like, 9:40 tonight and I'm putting my gross reheat pizza dinner in the microwave when my mom tells me that Neeno (grandma) wants us to pick out dresses for my cousin's wedding in June or one of those J months.
I've never bought a dress in my life!! She says that price isn't something to worry about, but how the hell am I supposed to know how to fricken' tell what sizes I should wear?!
My mom said, "Well, I figure that I'm about a size 12, and your boobs are bigger than mine so you should probably be a size 14." Lies, Mother. That's what padded bras are for. But I'll take a compliment when I can get one (is it?). Then I ask her what I would be if the websites didn't have numbers but small, medium, large, etc. She said I would probably be a large. Fair enough.
Neeno recommended going to Deb's website but their dresses are, frankly... gag me with a spoon.
And so I go to modcloth.com because they always have dresses that I like and ALL THESE FREAKIN' WEBSITES HAVE DIFFERENT WAYS OF TELLING ME WHAT SIZE DRESS I WEAR!!!
It's got me measuring my armpits, my shoulders, wrapping the metal tape around my chest.
WTF DO I DO.
HELP ME PLEASE.
I hate dress shopping and I've only done it for 20 minutes.

I Want to Go Back

to the times when kids had candy cigarettes, bubblegum cigars, and bubble pipes!
I'm so bored without them!
I'm eating a fudge round (too much fudge) and drinking milk and typing this up because I thought My Life as Liz (now I'm an MTV junkie?!) would be on by now.
Drawing classes start tomorrow. No driver's ed for meeeeeeeeee.
This blog is almost as short as my last one about Trent Lane.
I think I've fallen back in love with him. And Daria in general.
Gotta love being pathetic ;)


Goodnight to all of you. All three readers.

Since it's Valentine's Day and All...

When I was little, I used to watch Daria with my older sister and I had a crush on Trent even though he's a cartoon.

Ow! My entire life!

It's Valentine's Day. In order to celebrate this holiday, I ate my Lucky Charms out of a giant pink bowl that says "Love is what dreams are made of" and then stole a few Hershey Kisses from the bag on the table.
I celebrated it yesterday by going to see the mediocre "Valentine's Day" with my best friend (who was practically dead next to me because she's so sick) and two girls who I'm not close friends with. It was an alright movie. But I can't stand Ashton Kutcher, Jessica Alba, that girl from the Princess Diaries who's name I don't care about, or George Lopez. Lopez was actually alright. Taylor Swift? Really? You're going to give her an acting career now? Anyways, Julia Roberts is cool, so I liked the movie.
Before we bought our tickets my girl Marko and I got free Percy Jackson posters. I wish we saw that instead so I would actually know what the movie's about. And then after (we saw the latest possible show, of course), we had to be kicked out of the movie theater because we were the last ones out and the guy couldn't wait any longer to close up. wtfffffff

My dad complains a lot. I hope I don't complain as much as him. He said a few minutes ago, "I'm all for global warming. Let's warm this place up." and now he just said, "I'd like to get a bumper sticker saying, 'global warming, my ass.'"
Do you see what I have to live with?

I have a "date" later with Marko. We are being each others' dates because we couldn't get a real one to save our lives. (Well, she probably could, but I can't.)

Drunk drivers are scary. Peace out.